Words on the journey of raising a boy who eschews many social “boy” labels, and empowering him along the way.

Why Hello!

It’s been slow going in blogland as regular life has been too much to keep up with. Now that there are two small folk in the house, of course.

But, I wanted to share a quick picture of baby W — already fighting the good fight!

Don't Ask! ...but oh, they do.

This shirt was made for W by a lovely friend. And how apt it is! People ask and ask and ask. Or assume she’s a boy and get so upset when they find out they’ve made a mistake. I’m so used to it with Q and having it happen with W…why would they know, really. She’s a baby and most babies…well, I think they just look like tiny people, not like a particular sex or gender. It’s intriguing to see things through the gendered lens with a newbie, as I didn’t have mine so astutely tuned when Q was a babe. Makes for a fun journey!

Our daughter was bald until her first birthday. My CAMIL (Crazy Assed Mother In Law) made sure we were stocked with pink and purple, fairly exclusively. So glad we have gotten through that and can go from a dress to ultra-boy stuff pretty smoothly…

That is brilliant. Being the mother of two boys, I remember clearly how the littlest hint of pink would have people assuming that the babe on my arm was a girl. A boy can’t possibly wear *pink* Piglet socks along with his Tigger suit, can he?